#catherine ayers

How to lose a game of table tennis in the Dordogne Drink too much red wine and flirt with Jean-Luc; at match point, become acutely aware of your husband and how wobbly your upper arms look in a vest top. Orbits The old man wears a winter coat as he waters the dead plants by his driveway. He can hear the shouts of two boys playing football in the garden on the other side of the cut. Their mother watches from an upstairs window, her eyes drawn to a rook as it slowly applauds the vanishing sky. She touches the glass; five grey moons disappear - tender, imperceptible. Sister Lune The moon holds the shadow of my breast in its smile Catherine Ayres is a teacher who lives and works in Northumberland. Her poems can be found in Ink Sweat and Tears and upcoming in Domestic Cherry. Reason I love short poetry: Life can be observed most vividly in short bursts